only fifteen minutes ago, he had taken me there--
taken me to the little bakery where we had met; we were only five at the time.
after spilling his mother's coffee all over the floor, he ran to where my father and i were sitting.
i smiled, and he smiled back.
then, he stole my chocolate chip cookie.
and i cried.
// an-- the story is going sort of slow (well, it is set in minutes) , but the information on their past contributes to the storyline. bear with me guys !! also, i might make this a fanfiction, what do you guys think ?? //
